Something of passion,
Something devote,
Something everlasting,
Something to show,
Scattered memories,
Like shards of glass,
Opened up tragedies,
Mourning’s of past,
Harvested from fields of green,
Where blood has enriched,
The soils obscene,
Tears have been fetched,
In response to a dream,
Of everlasting sadness,
In an eternal glow,
Of mutual madness,
Where souls grow,
To be among themselves,
Alone in holes caving,
Reaching out with light,
All the while slaving,
For something right……..
Fennigan T 1.25.10
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